| Yeah 3 in the morning on the Westside highway, top down baby,
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| F-ck y’all
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| The motivation for me was them telling me what I couldn’t be,
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| Oh well,
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| This a special dedication,
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| I wanna thank you for the fuel,
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| No really thank you,
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| I felt so inspired by what my teacher said,
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| Said I’d either be dead or be a reefer head,
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| Now sure if thats how adults should speak ta kids,
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| Especially when the only thing I did was speak in class,
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| I teach his ass,
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| Even betters what my uncle did,
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| I pop my demo tape in start to beat my head,
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| Peaked out my eye, see if he was beating his,
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| He might as well say beat it kid, he’s on the list,
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| Its like Im searching for kicks like a sneaker head,
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| He gon keep pushing me until I reach the ledge,
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| And when I reach the ledge I’ll tell em all to eat a d-ck,
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| Take a leap of faith and let my eagle wings spread,
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| Spread spread.
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| Motivation for me was them telling me what I could not be,
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| Oh well,
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| I’m so ambitious,
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| I might hit two sisters,
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| Hey im on a mission
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| No matter what the conditions,
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| Forget the personal issues
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| When you been what I been through,
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| Hey if you believe it,
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| Then you could conceive it.
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| I had to lace up my boots even harder,
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| Father is too far away to father,
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| Further-more of the kids either smoke reefer,
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| Or either move white, theres few writers in my cipher,
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| So they made lighter, my type a dreams seem dumb
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| They said wise up, how many guys a you see making it from here,
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| The world don’t like us, is that not clear, alright,
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| But I’m different, I can’t base what I’m gonna be off a what everybody isn’t,
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| They don’t listen, just whispering behind my back,
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| No vision, lack of ambition,
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| So wack!
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| Had a couple of meetings no offers yet,
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| Maybe I aint good enough for these offices,
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| Back to the drawing board ducking officers,
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| It’s all good cos the streets is A&R'ing this,
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| So with or without any of your involvement,
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| Coming for all of this, respect my conglomerate,
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| I went from pauper to the President,
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| Every deal I ever made set precedent,
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| N-ggas thought I’d fall without old buddy,
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| Oh buddy, what I do is make more money,
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| Dear Teacher, your probably somewhere near a speaker,
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| I’m balling outta control, can you hear my sneakers,
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| F-ck y’all, |